Vanessa's outfit ran from the coffee shop as fast as it could and into a nearby department store in a mall. Several shoppers gave the outfit a double take, not believing what they were seeing as it ran through the main aisle to the back of the store. It ran frantically from one wall to the next as if looking for something until it came across a phone. The sleeve of the outfit's shirt grazed the intercom button with enough force to press it and everyone stopped in their tracks when they heard the familiar sound of the intercom beep, but no voice could be heard. As if somehow communicating silently to every article of clothing in the store, hangers everywhere began to shift and squeak while shoe boxes fell to the floor.
Suddenly screams were heard throughout the store as shirts and pants left their hangers and began to fill out as if someone or something were wearing them.
"What the hell is going on?", asked an eighteen year old blond. She suddenly let out of squeal of surprise as her bra began groping and playing with her beautiful c-cup breasts as her red dress that she was trying on unzipped itself from the back. Her jock boyfriend watched the show before him in awe before feeling his jeans come undone and sail toward the ground.
"Uh, April what the hell?", the jock asked as he turned around and saw hundreds of outfits leave the store's entrance, closely followed by a few frightened shoppers before the clothes they were wearing turned against them as well.
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